Description
They stole me in the dark—
A daughter traded like blood money.
My father handed me to the Bratva.
Now I belong to Luka Dubinin.
Older. Colder. Sin in a tailored suit.
He doesn’t force my submission.
He seduces it with silence and steel.
Builds me a studio. Watches me dance.
Burns me alive with every glance.
I swore I’d never break.
Never beg. Never love a man like him.
But I crave his voice.
His touch. His darkness. His power.
He shields me with bullets.
Loves me like war—violent and absolute.
I should escape.
Instead, I made a vow behind locked doors.
Not of love. Not of freedom.
But of surrender… and survival.
These are our Captive Vows.
And...
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